The plow blade slammed into the concrete roof housing. A deafening screech tore through the blinding whiteout.
The snow crawler bucked violently upon impact. The titanium reinforced concrete did not c***k or buckle. The steel plow blade crumpled like wet paper against the immovable fortress.
Richard Mercer cursed loudly. He threw the ruined machine into reverse. He retreated blindly into the raging storm.
The assault failed.
Inside the luxurious bunker Malcolm watched the system diagnostics stabilize. The exhaust vents remained clear and unobstructed. The titanium gates held their airtight seal.
Malcolm realized a static defense was a losing game. He could not just sit in his chair and wait for Richard to find a lucky vulnerability. He needed eyes inside the enemy camp.
He needed a
